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| Tried to spend the night reading last night but my settee captured me in to a nap on two occasions. Still did a fair bit. Brave New World seems canny though I got fucked off at the stupid jumpy dialogue at one point. One of the urinals at work is blocked, it is filled with old brown piss, which is rather grim. It's the one with the chewing gum in, wish they'd hurry up and fix it as the smell is getting worse. Saw two collared doves rutting in the trees on the way in to work, a third one just stood next to them, watching. It looks quite a tricky affair. I saw two pidgeons rutting on a girder under a bridge the other day. There's mushrooms growing under the tree out in the back garden, I caught my head on the spiders web that was spun between the hedges on the path to my door. I'm quite bored today, no jobs in for me so I'm just relaxing, although I am getting bored of having nowt to do. Somewhere in between the panic and incredible stress of the last couple of weeks and the 'fuck all to do' of the minute would be nice. What a cunt, I've just made the trip up to Hayes on the 119 to get my hair cut only to find out the place is closed on tuesdays. And I remember thinking last time I went 'do remember it is shut on tuesdays'. Fuck. While I was waiting for the bus it seemed that every person passing was pushing a Gragg's pasty into their mouths. I really don't like eating on the street, unless absolultely necessary. I had one particularly grim viewing of the last section of a pie/pastie being pushed into a mouth right in front of me. the quite large piece was pushed in, the 'pastry' folded in with meat-like goo filling running into the mouth with a small amount dribbling over the lips. Fucking vile. A lad stood against the wall with an oddly shaped mouth mashing his up with his mouth open. Urgh. I bought a road atlas. I even managed to say no to a survey woman up the top end of the street. I wasn't concentrating and should have had my phone at the ready but she sidled up next to me as I was walking quite stealthily. I started bumbling how 'I really couldn't stop' and she was very pleasant, even sort of finishing my excuses for me as I was getting tied in knots with the social panic of it all. Quite a poor Pret but at least the mushroom soup was nice. I'm in quite a shit mood today and I don't know why. I've decided not to invite work people out for a drink for my birthday. | ||
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| Your birthday tomorrow - presents on the end of the bed, cards, postal vouchers for £2 - bet you can hardlies wait :) | |||
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